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tender_square you’re making assumptions about what you think i mean,” he noted.

they’d been talking for almost an hour before bed. he was discussing the trouble with finding somewhere to fit in.

i know i’m a broad-minded person,” he said. “but i’m also doing something that’s so unique that no one understands.” when she heard him talk this way, it sounded to her like he was always trying to make his circumstances exceptional, trying to marginalize himself, trying to be beyond the reach of others. “things are much harder for me,” was a constant refrain that left his lips.

even if the writing goes well, people still won’t know how to relate to it. it’s just what i do, it’s not who i am,” he argued. “i dislike the social construction where this is how people define themselves.”

ben learner talks about this in his ‘hatred of poetrybook, that whenever he’s on planes sitting next to strangers and they ask him what his occupation is and he answerspoet,’ they get uncomfortable—‘oh, i don’t know anything about poetry,’ but then they ask the name of his books and where he’s been published as if they’d heard of him when they haven’t. it’s so awkward. i think it’s a common thing for writers,” she said.

he said that she was uncomfortable living with ambiguities, it was linked to her being a j-type and very ordered and structured. it didn’t matter that she dispensed advice likethe people you’re seeking are out there,” andyou may have to put yourself out there first before you find them,” trying to be as encouraging and hopeful as she could. her assurances ran contrary to *his* experience.

she tried to find delicate ways of asking whether he was making generalizations about past experiences, transposing them on the future to predict how situations would realize. “i’ve tried doing creative things with other people,” he said. “it’s never lasted.”

or maybe it lasted for as long as it was meant to last,” she offered.

which isn’t very long at all,” he grumbled.

she didn’t know what he wanted from her in these situations. if she tried to listen and nod, he looked into her face probing her for her perspective. if she offered what had worked for her, he dismissed it as being unviable for him because of their differing approaches. she was an extrovert, of course she fit in everywhere, of course it was easier for her.

i can’t be part of a someone else’s group like you can,” he said. “then i’m being led by someone else’s values and i know that doesn’t work for me.”

“whereas for me, i am drawn to groups for the social aspect, they help me figure out what i want and how i define myself.” and as she said this, she was realizing the symbiotic value social interaction held for her. “when the costs outweigh the benefits, that’s when i leave the group, because i’ve found enough confidence in myself to strike out on my own. you’re the opposite; you’re already aware of who you are and what you want and you’re trying to find a group that meets you there.”

in the morning, she pulled a tarot card for the full moon phase and selected “justice.” the blood drummed loudly in her ears. the card suggested she was acting unfairly, either toward someone else or herself, not working toward everyone’s highest good. the card said a reckoning would be coming. at first blush, she worried the card was calling out the dishonesty she brought to her marriage. probing further she found that her husband’s certainty of who he was and what he wanted aggravated her.

she journaled, “it always comes down to him saying, ‘i know what’s right for me,’ and i’m just realizing how much i live in the same headspace with everything i’m going through now, this i-know attitude—maybe that’s why it bothers me to see. the assumptions he makes about other people i am making about him.” she asked herself why she chose to see him in such a negative light lately, and wondered if he was acting as a mirror she didn’t want to meet her eyes in.

maybe she did blame him for what was happening in their marriage, maybe she had been painting him unfairly in what she’d written about their problems.

she didn’t know. she was trying to live in the ambiguity.
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unhinged this is the way humans interact
why romance and parting
can be so difficult

we assume the other person's intent
based on
how their actions make us feel


in many people
intent and action
are not aligned

our feelings
are our own responsibility
come from such an entanglement
of the past and the present
that we shouldn't trust them
to reveal reality to us


i can never know
what you truly intended
and even if i did
the outcome would have needed
to stay the same

so i offer our difficulties
to my goddess_whispering
asking her to heal all three of us
in whatever ways are needed
not wanted
but needed

the last smiles we shared
keep flashing before me
and i try to stop
reading the intent in your eyes
because even if i had confronted
you directly
you could have kept the truth hidden

the only truth i can ever possibly know
is my own
forcing a conversation
doesn't necessarily reveal truth
so much as
sorespots
triggers
rejection


so i let the maybes
stay between us
let the intentions
stay unspoken in silent_conversations
let the reality of what we did
stay deniable
because i couldn't rightly or fairly
assume that after four months
i could know anything
you kept hidden behind your smile
so
i honor what you allowed to be
plainly spoken
i refuse blame and shame
i roll over in my empty bed


may all beings have happiness
and the causes of happiness
may all beings be free from sorrow
and the causes of sorrow
may all beings never be separated from
the sacred happiness which is sorrowless
may all beings live in equanimity
without attachment or aversion
and live believing in the equality
of all that lives
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